The little bell above the door rang clang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang on it's spring as James came in for his once a fortnight hair cut. He was the first one in and had a cheeky smile on his face as he looked at Brenda, her ample bosom straining against the fabric of her t-shirt. Brenda had become a bit of a legend in the local area, not just for her sharp cuts, but for her over-sized tits that seemed to have a mind of their own. They'd often brush against the heads of her male customers as she bent over and moved right in for close work, leaving them feeling a little more satisfied than a simple trim usually would.
"Morning, James," she greeted him warmly, her ample chest jiggling as she spoke and shook the shawl, ready to put around his neck.
"Hey, Brenda," he replied, his eyes not quite meeting hers. "Nice weather... here for my usual."
"It's been nice but it feels like it's getting colder." she said making a chilly freezing gesture, wrapping her arms under her breasts that made her tits bounce and James could see her nipples were hard, as they usually were.
"You know why I keep coming back here?"
"Because I'm the best barber in town?" she asked with a knowing smile.
"Well, that and..." He trailed off, looking a bit sheepish.
"And because you like when my tits accidentally touch your head?" she finished for him.
James' cheeks turned a deep shade of red, but he nodded. "I can't help it," he mumbled. "It's just something about it that makes me feel..."
"I know," Brenda said, patting his shoulder. "It's okay. It's part of the service. I know you lot like it and hey, who is it harming?"
They chatted a bit more before James got up the courage to ask her what he had wanted to for ages.
"Do you do home visits?" he asked, looking around to make sure no one else was in the shop. "And how much for a topless haircut?" he asked, almost waiting for a clip around the ear for being so cheeky.
Brenda raised an eyebrow.
She'd had men ask for some odd things before, but this was a new one. "How much are you willing to pay?"
They haggled over the price, and when they'd come to an agreement, she said, "Okay, but no funny business. Just a hair cut, got it?"
"Scout's honor," James promised, raising two fingers.
Two weeks later, Brenda found herself in James' kitchen, her blouse open, her bra unclipped. She'd made it clear that was as far as it would go. No touching, no sex. She was married and she was a hair dresser, not a call girl.
James sat in the chair, his eyes glued to her chest. "Your tits are even bigger than I thought," he murmured.
"Thanks," she said dryly, starting to cut his hair. "no touching, mind you... they are for eyes only, no touching. I know what you men are like."
He asked if he could get naked, and she shrugged. "Your house, your rules," she said, trying not to look as he stripped off his clothes.
Once he was back in the chair, she began snipping away at his fringe. He was hard almost immediately, his cock standing tall and proud. She couldn't help but admire it.
"Can I play with it while you cut?" he asked, stroking it gently.
"Sure," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. "But remember, no cumming anywhere near me. These jeans are clean on this morning." she said, her curvaceous bum held tight by the denim.
He stroked his thick shaft slow and deliberate, smearing the precum around when she got to a tricky part and trying his hardest not to lean into her nipples as they hovered an inch from his face.
As she stood back to make sure her work was even on both sides, he began to pump his cock, his eyes never leaving her tits. As she continued, she told him some stories about her and her husband's swinging adventures, watching his cock twitch with every juicy detail.
"Do you often have men cum over your tits at these meets of yours?" he asked, his voice strained with arousal.
"More than you'd think," she replied with a smirk.
"Can I?" he begged, his hand moving faster.
"If you can do it without making a mess," she said, stepping back a bit and dropping into a crouch with her legs apart for balance.
James stood up and positioned himself directly in front of her massive breasts as she gathered them together for him to aim at.
With a grunt, James shot his load, covering her tits in sticky cum. She laughed and wiped it off with a few squares of kitchen roll he had handy.
"Thanks, Brenda," he said, his eyes glazed over with pleasure.
"Anytime," she said, re-buttoning her blouse. "Just don't tell anyone, okay?"
He nodded, still in a daze. "Our secret's safe with me."
And with that, she packed up her things and left, her tits feeling a bit sticky but her wallet a bit heavier.
The next time James passed the shop, it was closed when it would normally have been open and he couldn't help but wonder if Brenda's tits had taken on a few more clients for home visits. Was she in someone else's kitchen, her big tits hanging out with some guy drooling over them?
There was worse ways of making money!
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